Stereotype
You studder, but never pretend
People talke absurd shit
You still call them your friends
Think again, this could be it
You walk, not caring
Minding your own buisness
You can't stop the crying
People don't like you, this is
Music is your life
Life is surposed to be like a kite
All unexpected acting and free
But that could never be me
You, and drop to the floor
Please, don't let there be more
People are now laughing
They know you're not acting
You're runing now, still crying
Pushing everybody out of your way
You are defitenly caring
But what could you say
Music isn't going to help you
You say, "This is it"
You find a razor, grab it, what to do?
Life is now over...No more shit
People talke absurd shit
You still call them your friends
Think again, this could be it
You walk, not caring
Minding your own buisness
You can't stop the crying
People don't like you, this is
Music is your life
Life is surposed to be like a kite
All unexpected acting and free
But that could never be me
You, and drop to the floor
Please, don't let there be more
People are now laughing
They know you're not acting
You're runing now, still crying
Pushing everybody out of your way
You are defitenly caring
But what could you say
Music isn't going to help you
You say, "This is it"
You find a razor, grab it, what to do?
Life is now over...No more shit